Angry at the human race and its methodical destruction of her resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve Her, and turns them against humanity. Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings, picked from these possessed humans, emerges. A powerful, rising force proceeds to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.

“Eleanor…” he
whispered her name and she stopped. She turned towards the sound that she
couldn’t locate.

“Over here.” He
guided her with his hand from behind the craggy trunk, allowing it to be just
visible enough to make her curious as to who its owner might be. An adult might
run, scream, or faint at the sight of a translucent hand gesturing
mysteriously, but Eleanor was an insightful little girl and wanted to know
more. The redhead on the seesaw looked dismayed and repeated her plea. This
annoyed Onyx considerably; he was tempted to go shut her up, but her attention
was now steady on the phantom arm that beckoned her. He controlled his
visibility simply with his mind. If he thought it, it became a reality for him.

Eleanor's little
blonde curls shook a little as she seemed to be attempting to clear her head.
He could start to feel the gravitational pull from within her. It started to
tug on his energy, almost gripping him and pulling him piece by piece, atom by
atom, ever closer to her.

"Come a
little closer, Sweetheart. How many fingers am I holding up?" If he
distracted her with the game or a challenge, it would be that much easier.
Anticipation started to build within him, like the sweet pressure of an
inevitable release. Trance-like now, unable to resist the lure of his sugary
voice, she walked right into his arm and it was over.

"Hey,"
he said. She jerked her head to the left and saw only his spiraling eyes.
Before she could utter a scream he was in through her surprised mouth, busily
working into her muscles, connecting with her spinal cord to coordinate her
movements. Her sensory organs were pliable, and the tendrils that were
extensions of his personality easily wrapped around every bone, every nerve
ending. She was stunned into silence by the complete and sudden takeover. He
felt strong and empowered. It had been weeks since he had felt a young, healthy
host take him to dizzying heights of euphoria.

This was where
Gemini were meant to be, where they felt most in control and in touch with
their true ability. To connive and manipulate, ruin and plunder the society
around them was only justice. They were so weak and puny, murderers and
thieves, liars, and rapists. They all took what they wanted from each other,
and the earth, then sucked any generosity right out of the atmosphere. He
always thought he was helping them shorten the time frame of their journey.
They would all eventually die anyway; he just hurried along the process. He
felt the need to justify himself after entering someone. He knew there was some
deep hidden morsel of doubt that what he was doing was right, that every human
should be annihilated from existence. He would never divulge these doubts to
himself or anyone else. It was a hidden monster within him and he would never
lend it credit.

“Eleanor! Please
come play!" He turned around in the direction of the voice. He needed to
adjust his vision just a little and did so by fitting his hollow sockets a
little more snugly around the orbs of her eyes. The optical nerve was delicate
and it was sometimes tricky to get the sight perfect. He shook his head at the
girl now and smiled. He was not ready to play right now.

It always took
him a few minutes to get acclimated in a new body. Sometimes, he would look in
the mirror and his first instinct was to ask. "Who are you?" He would
become so wrapped up in his missions that he might forget who he was, sometimes
even the name of the person he inhabited.

He rested
against the craggy bark of the tree and observed his surroundings; three nuns
and seventeen children. He had to formulate a plan for how he would take over
the main influencers of the church. He would need to study the innards and plot
this out, as he told Lilly he would. Nothing rash or stupid would be
beneficial; only smooth, calculative moves would render success.

About the Author:

I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. He took me around the country to different places so he could research and write his Wilderness Survival books. One of his greatest works, “The Path of Power,” was written with a great medicine man, Sunbear.

When I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My dad always encouraged me and would rave about my writing. He gave me the confidence I needed to keep writing and follow my dream. My daughter, who is twelve, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.